Lyrics:
your comfort zone Just a little bit
These snakes in my ear Like a fuckin' Q-tip
They call me Ice Pig Like my fuckin' mind split
My diamonds shine Like
green
Smoke this purp then split your bean
Tell me what you mean
You ain't serving all of the fiends
Yea I live in the dirt but my fade so clean
Stay
green
Smoke this purp then split your bean
Tell me what you mean
You ain't serving all of the fiends
Yea I live in the dirt but my fade so clean
Stay
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, 'cause they're high in cholesterol
A yo, Phife do you eat em? No, Tip do you eat em?
Uh huh, not at all(again)
I don't
you'd say it's alright, and that it was true
But right now an answer, is all I need from you
We need some Q & A
Q & A
Q & A
That's what we need
told me he move to Qatar
Raise his seeds around billionaires
That's music to my ears
Like the shape of a guitar
This abstract like Q Tip
The quest is
it
I ask the bartender to get some rum and coke and mix it
Feel the cup all the way up and throw that little lemon twist in
Throw my tip in, and get
I’m the topic
Came in loud and we blasting like rockets
Pop it!
You want the addy then drop it
All black rims when I drop the deposit
I want the bread
In Q-Tip's basement, I first met JD
I still remember the first beat he played me
He came to the Chi late three that was crazy
Didn't even know me
sons, step back, let the TEC lift
Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up
Spark the lye, Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die
In this business
and find out
What this dick is all about, I'll have you shaking all your knees
And keep the secret won't you please, yo nigga do not have to know
This
LaFlame, I'm in sicko mode.
Denim on denim but y'all wearing Jean vest
Niggas playing too much this ain't recess
This ain't no secret service this is
my Nina
I'm all about a dollar you can tell by my demeanor
Said equivalent to silk but I really meant to ether
I'm on that Smoove tip that Smoove
finger tips.
You look so good, it don't make no sense,
No sense.
I mean it in a good way when people say
Your love is unreal.
Ain't never had nobody
baby this our fuckin job
(Ross) i can meet her today
(today) , be in love by tonight (night)
You can bet by tomorrow
(morrow) , she'll be traffickin
the bar like aye yo look
This is how this shit supposed to be nigga
They know I can flow but they all in denial
I watch ‘em all drown
Throw ‘em all in
Rina i can hear myself good now
You're good now, haha
Haunted by the memories of you in this life
Man, I've met so many dudes
That were jealous
you should tip her(ayy)
If she fix you eggs and grits in the morning
Man, you should tip her (ayy), you should tip her (ayy)
Pancakes with the bacon
you should tip her(ayy)
If she fix you eggs and grits in the morning
Man, you should tip her (ayy), you should tip her (ayy)
Pancakes with the bacon
wit cha jewelz
Fuck Everything you say
Wit cha rulez
All that shit is fake
Keep ya cool (uh)
I’ll be back today
For round two (ooo)
Tip toe
Real low
Crew (yeah)
Drop top lean when I walk by you
I screw duwop, oh, that's your boo?
I screw duwop, oh, that's your boo?
Fronts in with them fangs in
And no
to bear it
I don't think it's easy to pick yourself up by bootstraps
When all of your enemies are bragging 'bout their new straps
Or the barneys in
a rack on it
All my niggas is savages
Bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages
See your girl on the ends
Now she wanna be friends
I look in her
boys hold and shook the rope to cope
Ghetto Style are you worth his while
He'll smileing and fieling put the boys in a pile
Q-Tip legit shit you confetti
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